Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams, 5 And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceiling: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, 10 Chunks of sour cottage cheese. It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the window and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones, 15 Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, 20 Gristly bits of beefy roasts…
The garbage
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams, 5 And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceiling: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, 10 Chunks of sour cottage cheese. It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the window and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones, 15 Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, 20 Gristly bits of beefy roasts…
The garbage